Excerpt from Insomnia

I won’t go back.
At all.
I can’t let my not having a gig right now
Propel me back to homelessness
In a God-forsaken land.

I had all my possessions set on fire before my eyes… I lost the only remaining CD’s of half my work – A punk ass kid poured lighter fluid all over my backpack – Set it on fire when I wasn’t looking – just because he could. Destroyed a PowerBook, pair of headphones –

I went to the Berkeley Fellowship in the morning – thinking there would be compassion. The lady there literally said: “Aw, so what?” I went to the church council president. He said: “Well, how did you expect them to react?” On the other hand, I called my best friend in Georgia – And she said (of course): “That’s horrible!” So why couldn’t anyone in Berkeley have sympathized in kind?

The bottom line is: Moscow will happen if I make it happen. My nature works against me. So I have to work against my nature, to make things work.